Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.